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CHAPTER 31 – IN SAIGON WITH TINA

As my passport was about to expire, I had to go to Saigon to the Consulate around the middle of February, three weeks after Tet. I had wanted to wait until Tuyet was moving to Saigon, but the time would have been too short. It took between four and six weeks to get a new passport, and then I needed a new visa as well, so there wouldn’t have been enough time. I’d meet Tuyet when I had to go back to Saigon to pick up the new document. The Consulate didn’t mail passports.

I had mentioned my trip to Saigon to Tuyet, though, but she had only laughed, as she had a serious boyfriend now and, thus, didn’t know if she wanted our affair to continue. Well, she sounded serious; on the other hand, it was still six weeks or so until we would see each other again, so I wasn’t really worried. Her refusing to meet me would be devastating, even though we weren’t a couple and ‘only had an affair. The funny thing was that she suggested I should meet one of my former students, as many of them were in Saigon. I couldn’t really tell if she was facetious or serious.

And meeting former students wouldn’t be the same anyway. Tuyet and I had reached heights of pleasure during our adventures that were hard to match, and I could be fairly certain that if we saw each other, we’d experience something amazing one way or the other. I couldn’t imagine to get to similar heights of intensity with any of my former pupils. And who would I see, actually? Taylor? She was kind of cute, but her sister was definitely hotter. But she was at the Police Academy in Hanoi and, as far as I knew, already engaged.

Phuong, whom I taught swimming last summer, was also in Saigon, but I didn’t like writing her out of the blue. We never talked, weren’t even Facebook friends, and now I should write to her that I wanted to hang out?! She wasn’t stupid; she would see through this and know immediately that I just wanted to bang her. But she wasn’t the type for that. I also wanted to keep the memories of our afternoon at the beach last summer as pure as they still were in my mind.

Funnily, Tuyet had an idea: Tina. I didn’t know how Tuyet thought of Tina, but she was attractive. That was true. But she was also a tad strange. She had always worn the same clothes, even though her family was somewhat well-off. I don’t have a clue what she did in her spare time. In many ways, she was a mystery. Yes, sure, she was diligent and knew how to behave, but that wasn’t particularly sexy.

Tina’s mother was an English teacher, who was very concerned that her daughter got good grades and never did anything out of the ordinary. Tina’s name was actually Khanh, but she had chosen ‘Tina’ as was what she wanted to be called during class, as was customary in English classes here in Vietnam. And she kind of looked like a Tina. If we would meet, I’d ask her which name she preferred.

Tuyet and Tina had gone to middle and high school together, three years each, and the former had said that she wanted to get in touch with the latter anyway, so I didn’t do anything but booked a flight and rented a room in a nice apartment hotel near the consulate. The rooms looked beautiful on the internet, and I reserved one with a balcony facing south, towards the city, on the 11th floor.

Meeting former students was somewhat tricky, even if they were 19 already. If something went wrong, they could tell their friends or even parents who then might talk to my boss, which could ruin my reputation in our small town. On the other hand, it wasn’t forbidden to go for coffee or dinner with young adults: we would just have to see how the evening developed – if the meeting even materialized.

Tuyet had put quite some bug in my ear by mentioning Tina, though. I reminisced every hour now about her lovely figure as well as her pleasant face, and I tried to imagine what she would look like naked. She was relatively tall, at 5’6”, and had pretty much the perfect figure, which she never showed, however. She had never worn a dress or a skirt, just always that one pair of jeans that was too big for her, which she may have inherited from her mother, or the grey slacks with the thin black and white stripes that formed squares.

Tina also seemed to own only three pieces for her upper body: a hideous grey sweater with a huge, pink rectangle with Pepe the Frog on the front. Good Lord, how did someone even design something like that? Anyway, I liked her best in her red-and-black striped T-shirt or her slightly metallic silver-green blouse, which she didn’t wear often. However, to say it again, she never revealed anything exciting about her body: no collar bone, no bra-strap, no skirt or short dress, no thigh, no cute hair clip – and not for the life of me – a panty line.

A few days later, Tuyet wrote me that she had already spoken with Tina, who, coincidentally, confirmed the same day that she was going to meet me. She even asked if I wanted her to pick me up at the airport, which was far out of the way for her, though, so I suggested Ataşehir Escort to go for an early dinner around five, instead. She was busy in the afternoon anyway, and I wanted to get to the consulate right when they opened at two o’clock.

Tuyet told me another two days later that she had let in Tina on our affair. Well, it was too late to change that, but I wasn’t entirely happy about Tuyet sharing our most intimate details with one of my former students—and a particularly bashful one at that. I didn’t think she had even kissed anyone yet. Once, when we were watching a movie in class, she had turned away in horror when a couple kissed on the screen. But that had been in 8th grade. Perhaps she loosened up a little since then.

Well, Tuyet had made me curious, and so I wanted to know how Tina had reacted to the news of my affair with Tuyet, her long-term friend. ‘Interesting’ had been Tuyet’s answer. Among all the young people among our Tuesday lunch circle, everyone knew about Tuyet and me, but when Tuyet told Tina, she didn’t react at all at first, then she seemed shocked but eventually she asked more and more questions. From what Tuyet was telling me, I sensed that she had revealed quite some details to Tina.

When I asked Tuyet if she had mentioned the story of how I banged Tuyet’s mother, she only laughed and said that she had omitted that one. But she had told Tina about our hotel visits and all the cheeky, sexy stuff at coffee shops and her house. Apparently, Tina liked the stories about the old yellow house with the blue shutters best. The last time we had been there, Tuyet had actually peed in my mouth but now she denied telling Tina about that particular part. It was beautiful to see Tuyet again and chat with her, even though it was only on Skype:

“Why did you tell her all those juicy details about us? She doesn’t need to know that,” I mock-complained.

“Well, maybe it’ll turn her on. You know, she’s always been so stuck-up and prudish. But I know you. When you’re in Saigon by yourself, you sure want to fuck, don’t you?

„Most certainly, but I doubt that you can get around her by telling her outrageous sex stories.”

“Of course not if you’re telling them. She’s only be shocked and disgusted. But Tina and I have been friends forever, and if I tell her that sex with you is good, she might give in. I honestly think that’s your only chance with her.”

“How do you know that I find her attractive, by the way?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Don’t you? She looks very pleasant. I always thought she’s beautiful. You don’t think so?!” she asked back.

„Yes, she’s gorgeous, actually. Perfect figure, very pretty features … nice skin … no, she’s a stunner. But she’s always been so … so tight-lipped … reticent, I guess would be the word. Well, it’s too late anyway now. We’ll meet and see. At least, she’s already confirmed that she wants to meet.”

“See! Trust me. No woman wants to hear from you about your pursuits, that you came on my face last summer, but when I told her how wonderful that felt for me, she couldn’t stop asking questions. She wanted to know every single detail.”

“You’re insane to tell her that,” I said in a fake-indignant voice. “What do you think, Tuyet: Is she still a virgin?”

“That I don’t know,” she replied, “but I assume so. I’m sure she would have told me if she had had sex with someone.”

“How did you end up talking about us, actually?” I desired to know.

“Well, I said that I was a little said that I’ll have to miss you in Saigon, as I won’t be moving there until another week later.”

“And then she asked my you were sorry?”

“Exactly. She didn’t know we even knew each other well. Anyway, have fun with her. I gotta finish this report here. We’ll see each other around the end of March when you come back to pick up your new passport, won’t we?” Tuyet said, waived, and closed the program.

Tina. Crazy. I had known her all through her teenage years, since the beginning of 7th grade, when she was like 12-and-a-half. Now she knew what I and Tuyet did to each other once in a while and had – nonetheless or because of it? – agreed to meet me. When she still was at our private English school here in our small town in Central Vietnam, we had gone for coffee twice: once at the end of 11th grade and then on my birthday a few months later. After most students had left, Tina stayed and asked how I had ended up in our small, non-descript town, which somehow was the perfect question. She introduced an interesting topic, and I still remembered our conversation fondly.

I recalled how relieved I had been when she had stepped up and asked her question. Until then, the afternoon had been slow, as most of the young people had stared at their phones every two minutes. But she seemed genuinely interested and kept listening and asking more questions. It was a rather adult question, and she listened very patiently to what I said. Perhaps this was the best way to describe Tina: She had become Anadolu Yakası Escort too much of an adult too fast. She had never understood either, for instance, why other students wanted to play games during class.

The day I was going to Saigon, I took a cab to our small, provincial airport. I only had carry-on luggage and there was only one plane departing every hour, so things were rather relaxed. We took off with just a few minutes’ delay. In Saigon, I’d go and eat something and then go straight to the consulate. That wouldn’t take long. I had packed the condoms that I had bought when I bumped into Thuy in November, as we never opened the pack.

During the flight, I imagined Tina again, how she had come up to my classroom in her old, worn-out Espadrilles. She had a tight butt, which I would have loved to caress if given the chance. I couldn’t say much about her breasts, as they had always been covered by a relatively thick layer of fabric (or two). I assumed she had a pair. Tina was slightly more womanly than Tuyet: taller, with a little more flesh on her ribs. She was a beautiful young human being, but she seemed almost asexual to me. I had never noticed the slightest effort to pretty herself up. On the other hand, I also thought her unpretentiousness was darn cool. Tina was intelligent, polite, and slightly reserved; if our evening didn’t end in bed, we should at least have had a good conversation, and no sex wouldn’t be the end of the world, I promised myself.

I was optimistic we would get a decent conversation going, at least. Back then at the café, she had asked the perfect question, and we hadn’t seen each other for more than two years. So there was enough to talk about. We had arranged to meet at five-thirty, and I wanted to take her to a German restaurant downtown, where we could sit outside on the second floor. This time of the year, Saigon was warm and dry. The restaurant was in a good location, so that we could go for a stroll either before or after. My hotel wasn’t far away either.

I got done with the stuff at the consulate pretty quickly and then walked the quarter of a mile to my hotel. The room was nice, and the balcony enormous. As it was still early, I smoked a cigarette and then took a nap and a shower. Just after five I walked down to the cathedral next to the old iconic post office, where Tina and I would meet.

The proper young adult that she was, Tina was already waiting. She beamed when she saw me. She still had her ‘apple cheeks’ and, basically, looked like I remembered her. She still had bangs and a pony tail. She was wearing light linen pants and a greenish blouse with a slight metallic shimmer. She didn’t seem to have changed much, at least not her body or her appearance. She hadn’t grown or put on weight. She was wearing nice, flat, black shoes with straps, however.

“It so nice to see you, my teacher,” she greeted me, gleaming.

“Yes, Tina, but please call me Ben. Tonight, we don’t need any formalities.”

She nodded and smiled, and I asked her if she was hungry already. The restaurant was just 300 yards away.

“Well, we could go for a little walk first, I think. It’s still early, not even six yet,” she added.

So we moseyed through downtown Saigon, District 1, where all the tourists roam. Naturally, there were more restaurants that I liked.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked her. “You’re my guest, of course.”

She giggled and said that wasn’t necessary. But if I was paying, then I should decide where we’d go. Somehow, I didn’t feel like going to that German place anymore, so when we passed an Indian restaurant, where I had been with my mother once, we just went in. At first, we were the only guests, and the whole thing started to feel like a real date.

We sat across from each other and studied the menu. Tina had probably never been to an Indian restaurant but they had rice, and that was already something. We ordered three appetizers and one main dish, since she wanted to try as many things as possible. She didn’t want to drink booze, however.

After the waiter had left, she started to tell me about herself and asked me about my family and our town. She knew my little son, and inquired how he was doing. When the food came, we didn’t interrupt our conversation but continued to amuse ourselves effortlessly. Everything was going way smoother than I had expected. We were having a meaningful conversation but also laughed quite a lot.

More and more people were arriving, and the restaurant filled up. I looked at Tina more closely, but still couldn’t make out any substantial changes. She was still the attractive young person that she had always been, as I remembered her, but she had lost quite a bit of her awkwardness and clumsiness. Her cheekbones were prominent yet nicely padded, and when she laughed, her upper row of teeth protruded somewhat. When she asked something, she bit her lower lip while waiting for the answer. Her hands were long and elegant, and when she got up to Kartal Escort go to the bathroom, I thought I finally saw a panty line.

At some point, we paid the check and I thought I might just ask her flat-out if she wanted to come back to my place. I refrained but, unbeknownst to her, we sauntered towards the hotel. Now I wanted to know if she regretted her decision to become an English teacher; she had always wanted to be a flight attendant. I had never told her, but I had always thought that she wasn’t outgoing enough to work in the service industry. And I couldn’t imagine she’d like wearing the sexy brown shorts that the Vietjet-chicks had worn this morning on the plane.

“The decision wasn’t mine but my mother’s …” she started.

Oh, well. I had been afraid she would say that.

“Well, English teachers are needed. So, you’ll always have a job,” I began. “But, I know, pay is shit. Sorry. But then you can earn additional money during afternoons and evenings. You still wanna be a flight attendant?”

“Yep,” she replied. „That would be nice. That must be so much more exciting than working at school.”

“True. But you know how it is with exciting things, there are also some downsides: Would you comfortable serving booze to drunk Chinese or Vietnamese passengers, wearing shorts and nylon stockings? And then all the dudes are lusting after you and some touch you?!”

“Of course not. But there are also airlines where I’d wear a beautiful dress. And I’d get to see the world. And the pay is so much better.”

“Well, working in shifts and jetlag would be strenuous, sure, but you’re young and healthy. Are you seriously thinking about switching careers?”

She nodded but didn’t say anything.

“It’s your life, sure, but your parents would probably be mad at you, wouldn’t they?”

“That’s the problem. Not so much my dad, but my mother.”

“Then you talk to your dad first. He can’t want you to be stuck all your life.”

We stopped at a red light and waited. I asked her if she wanted to get coffee or juice or something else, but she hesitated. Just when she wanted to say something, the lights turned green, and we walked across. We stopped again on the sidewalk, but then she said that we could go somewhere, sure.

“Or do you want to buy wine and sit on my balcony? It’s really close … the view is great,” I added.

Sooner or later we had to make a decision anyway, and I definitely didn’t want to ask her how she would get home because this would have sounded like I wanted to get rid of her.

“Well, if I come with you, can I stay the night?” she asked. “I live really far away, and a taxi would be quite expensive.”

“Of course, you can stay with me. But I’d also give you the money for the cab. I don’t want you to stay just because you can’t afford to get home.”

“No, no, I’m coming with you. It’s been a nice evening so far. I don’t wanna go back to my dorm room. Let’s go to that little store over there and buy something to drink. And then we’ll go to your hotel,” she suggested.

The store didn’t have wine, of course, so we settled for beer, Pepsi, and some ice. When we walked towards my hotel, she stopped between two streetlights where it was a little darker and looked at me. I put the bag with the drinks down and held her gently on her hips. Then we kissed. First I kissed her hair, and she giggled quietly. She seemed a little nervous but also amused. I kissed her forehead and, finally, her mouth.

I would have caressed pretty much every other woman’s breasts or butt at such an opportunity, but Tina had just agreed to come and spend the night with me, so there was no rush. I bent down to reach for the bag and picked it up, and we ambled the last 150 yards, holding hands.

There was a concierge at the reception desk, but she only greeted us warmly and didn’t ask for Tina’s ID, as they would have at a regular hotel. The lady handed me my chip card for the key, and we pressed the button for the elevator. I was glad Tina’s stay wouldn’t be registered with the local police.

Tina was a good person, and my mood at that moment was ‘If we shower together and talk a little before we sleep, I’d be extremely pleased.’ I imagined her putting her head on my hairy chest and was happy. Tina didn’t seem horny at all; I honestly couldn’t tell if sex was even a topic for her. If it was, I didn’t know how far she would be willing to go. But that made the evening so beautiful.

The hallway upstairs was completely quiet. I slid the chip card and opened the door. I put the cans in the fridge and the ice in the freezer. We went outside on the balcony and enjoyed the view. Our arms were touching as we leaned over the railing, and I felt a slight erection. I looked at her from the side and then we kissed again. When I touched her back and then butt, though, she flinched and turned away from me, so I stopped.

“Are you testing if I’m suited for the job of a flight attendant?” she asked.

“Ha! That was clever,” I laughed. “No, you’re simply too beautiful. And I’m not drunk. And you came here on your volition.”

“Don’t get me wrong. It felt nice. But this is my first time. No one has touched me there yet. I need a little time to get used to … to a man touching me there,” she added.

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